Telling stories has always been a way of expressing my self, my beliefs and my feelings. I found that it can a drive a point more effectively than a long rhetoric. Stories have won me many friends when I was a kid. Especially horror stories. Kids like to scare themselves silly. I can have them cowering under the covers after I am finished. And since I love to read at a young age I never run out of tales to tell. And now that I am grown up I am happy to share stories I wrote myself. Though I remember having written a short novel when I was in highschool in one of my notebooks. My classmates read it and passed it around. I knew then that I wanted to be a writer. So thank you for sparing a minute or two from your busy lives and stopping by at my page to read some tales I’ve written. You bring a smile to my face. 🙂
My dream is to become a master story teller. From whom words will flow smoothly like water from an eternal spring. And everyday of my life I am working on that.
” Men are so stupid! ” A friend had declared while slumping on the chair of the cafe. She sounded like it was the first time she had that realization. I checked my watch. Judging from her tone this chat over a cup of coffee would take a long time.
” Husband problem? ” I asked. But I already knew the answer. She really didn’t need much encouragement. She nodded and started with the litany of complaints against her husband.
What to do. I sit. I stand. I stretch my legs. Where the hell are you? I walked around the house. But there’s nothing to do. The tv is on. You left it open for me. As if that will compensate for your absence. Yeah, I like listening to music occasionally but mostly I don’t know what the hell is going on inside that box full of unintelligible noise.
Bored, I went to sleep. Hoping this will fast forward time. I dreamt of food. Chicken. Hmm. Eggs. Those are my favorites. Waking up,I felt hungry. Leave it to you to keep my food out of my reach. I drunk some water and begun the cycle again. Stretching. Sitting. Walking around. Why is the time not getting any faster?
Finally in utter frustration I saw the pillow on the bed and shredded it into pieces. I’ll show you! Then the plants did not escape my wrath. Ha! This will really rile you up! The newspapers! You are next! Looking around I am unrepentant of the destruction I caused. That will teach you to leave me all alone again! Continue reading
I’m a good looking guy. I knew a lot of women were attracted to me. So I carried on for years charming every single female I came across with. I thought I was doing pretty well with my life. But when I turned thirty I felt a nagging feeling that my life was shallow. I was not really doing anything important like saving the world or curing people. I was looking for a little substance in my life so I decided to quit my job as a visual artist and tried to write for a travel magazine. I would not save the world but at least I could help promote the beauty of the country. I thought that was a noble cause.
I was excited on my first day on the job. I knew the women would fall all over me. I was warmly accepted. Before the day was over several female co workers had stopped by my cubicle to welcome me. My editor, Albert assigned one of the writers to orient me. Her name was Ann. I spent only an hour with her and I hated her already.